I don’t usually explain my poetry as that too often what the reader might glean from any of it will be far better than what I put into it. But, since this is straightforward enough, I am left with a question. We’ve all heard how our own eyes colour what we see, colour the past.

I keep having these questions rolling around. How is it that we can be so blind to our self-interest that we end up rewriting history? The good, the bad, whatever. Doesn’t it amaze you how even shared experiences often look so radically different from another set of eyes?

Sadly, most of the time when this happens, it tells us so much more about our own hearts and minds than we would like. Confronted with our actions and face-to-face with our motivations, we readily rewrite the happenstance to push those into a dark corner of our experience so we don’t have to deal with them.

Map of the Path

Back Thoughts

Back Thoughts

A Niche of Encouragement

One of my biggest desires is to serve God with whatever talents that I still may use. Writing seems to be one of those. But, I need direction, purpose, and development of intention. Skill or mere rote writing won't be it for me. I would cherish your prayers, suggestions, and guidance as I try to walk this new path. Cheers.